So here it is... Chapter 2.

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Oliver paced around his hotel room, constantly checking his watch. It was 7.30pm and there was still plenty of time until he was about to head downstairs to pick up Felicity at her room.

As soon as Felicity left the Pool area, Oliver gathered his stuff and went to his Hotel room as well, quickly stripping out the bathing shorts to have a cold shower. It was still more than 3 hours until their dinner date was about to start, but he had plans. He needed to be prepared. This shouldn't be an ordinary dinner date, he wanted it to be perfect. So he showered as quick as he could, dressed in a set of Cargo shorts and a grey T-Shirt, paired it with his LA Kings cap and went downstairs to the Lobby.

The receptionist was very helpful and wrote down everything Oliver told her.
Oliver made sure to have a wheelchair available for the evening and picked out a very romantic spot in their Beach Restaurant for their dinner. When everything for the evening had been settled, Oliver made his way back to his room, only to be stopped by Tommy and Laurel.
Tommy seemed stressed out, loaded with countless shopping bags while Laurel grinned brightly at Oliver.

"So… I guess shopping was a success?" Oliver grinned at his best friend and Tommy gave him a look.

Before Tommy had a chance to say something, Laurel spoke up.
"Ollie, this city is magnificent! So many nice Stores and have you seen all these people walking around here? It's like a big Fashion Show going on in the streets near the marina. It's so exciting, right, Tommy?" Laurel looked at Tommy with bright eyes, hands gesturing around. Tommy just rolled his eyes at his fiancée and started turned to Oliver.

"Ollie, I have to say I'm pretty disappointed. No drinking-date tonight? What's up? Got yourself some hot date or something?"
Oliver just grinned brightly at Tommy but didn't say anything.

"Spill it out, buddy! Who is it? Where did you meet her?"

"I met her at the Pool today and she's amazing. And that's all I'm telling you, my friend. No more details."
Tommy and Oliver grinned at each other when Laurel spoke again and turned her attention to her fiancée.

"If you guys aren't going out tonight it means we can go out instead and have dinner at that nice Restaurant we walked past today, Tommy! Or don't you want to go out with your lovely fiancée in this lovely" - gesturing down herself "new dress that I got myself today?"

"Of course honey, but I would have loved to spend the evening out with my best friend as well. With all the wedding preparations and my work you know it's been a while since we have done that." Tommy told her.

"And I promise we'll catch up on that very soon, buddy!" Oliver said and patted Tommy's shoulder "but I gotta go now. We'll talk tomorrow and you guys have a nice evening out!"
Oliver gave Laurel a quick peck on the cheek and winked at Tommy and left the Lobby to head upstairs to his room again. He still needed to find the right outfit for tonight, no matter if Felicity could see him or not.

It was 6.30 when he arrived back at his Hotel room and he immediately started digging through his case. He wasn't sure what to wear today. A tux would be way too formal, and too warm, with the temperatures out there. Cargo shorts and a simple Shirt would be too casual, so he settled for black slacks and a navy blue Henley.
After pacing through his Hotel room for another 15 minutes, Oliver decided to head out early and pick up Felicity earlier than planned. Not only was he eager to see her again, but he couldn't stand the wait any more either.

While walking down the stairs to her floor he hoped that Felicity wouldn't mind him being a bit early. Normally he was the one being when it came to dates or appointments, but with Felicity he felt a nervousness and excitement he never felt before. When he arrived at Room No.457 and gently knocked on the door, he didn't hear any sound coming out of the room. He waited a few seconds and knocked again – still no response.
He knocked a third time, "Felicity? It's me, Oliver. You in there?"

"Yeah, hold on – I'll be right there!" Oliver heard a voice coming out of the room.

He heard a soft hopping sound before the door opened and Oliver got to see her.
Felicity stood in the doorway, donning her ever present sunglasses, dressed in a knee-long, navy blue sundress, barefoot, her hair straightened and falling over her shoulders.

"I'm so sorry, am I too late? I had my nurse set me a timer on my phone to make sure I won't be late but I have no idea if he actually did that - or if I just didn't hear it while I was in the bathroom. I just need to get my hair finished and promise I'll hurry up – please don't think I'm one of these always-super-late-to-dates girls, because I'm absolutely not! It's just that all these casts are giving me a really hard time –"

At her rambling Oliver had to giggle.
"Felicity, breathe. You're not too late. I'm early, actually. I just didn't want to sit around in my room for another 15 minutes and wait until I could walk down to pick you up, I hope that's okay? I can do another round on your Floor if you still need a bit more time to get ready."

"Oh don't be silly, come in! I just need 5 more minutes and we can head out."

Felicity ushered him into the room, turned around and hopped back into the bathroom to finish doing her hair. Oliver slowly entered her Hotel room and took in the sight in front of him. There were clothes sprawled all over her bed and floor, the black Bikini and white sundress that she wore earlier at the Pool were thrown into the corner of her bed. From her bathroom Oliver heard a rumbling sound when Felicity spoke again.

"I am sure my room must look super messy, please don't look around. I guess that's one of the perks of being blind – I actually don't have to take care of my room for once in my life" Felicity joked.

"Oh it's okay, really. It doesn't look much worse than mine right now." Oliver replied and Felicity couldn't stop laughing at that.

"Normally I would do something nice with my hair and apply a bit of MakeUp but I don't want to look like a clown and I can't put anything onto the bruise yet so this will have to do." Felicity said and emerged from the bathroom. She had her sunglasses in hand and smiled into his direction.

"They're blue!" Oliver said, surprise clearly visible in his voice.

"Uhm sorry, what?"

"Your eyes, they are blue!"

"Oh, uh…. Yeah. Sorry if they look a bit swollen and red." She blushed and quickly put her sunglasses back on.

"I think they are beautiful."

Felicity leaned in the bathroom door while they talked.
"Well I would love to say the same about yours, but you know… "gesturing around her face "being visually impaired and all…"

She started fidgeting with the hemline of her dress. "So, uhm… I had no idea what to wear as I don't know what you've planned for the evening, so I opted for this dress. I hope that's okay? You have to decide if you'd want to be seen with me like this because you're the one that's going to spend the night with me. And by spending the night I didn't mean spending the night with you, I meant spending the night like spending the evening and see where it goes – not that I want to imply you're not worth spending the night with you – because obviously I don't know. Not that I don't want to know – I can't know that either because we have only had one conversation and oh my god, why can't I stop talking?"

Oliver couldn't hide a wholehearted laugh while he listened to her rambling.
"Everything's fine, Felicity. You look absolutely stunning and I'm looking forward to spending the evening with you."

"Normally I would put on a set of High Heels to match with the dress, but... "she gestured down her left leg "I can't fit this damn thing into any of the High Heels that I packed. Well, truth is, I didn't pack any High Heels at all, would Flip Flops do as well? I mean, one Flip Flop? I know it's not the most accurate clothing for a restaurant, but honestly I have no idea what else to wear and going barefoot isn't really an option…" Felicity frowned.

"Hey, please don't stress yourself. A Flip Flop will do. Actually, you won't have to be walking at all, there's a wheelchair waiting for you outside your room – well at least I hope so. Give me a second, I'll have a look if the really sent one up."

Oliver moved up from her bed and went to check on the wheelchair while Felicity digged through her case for the right Flip Flop to wear. When she put the correct one on and stood up, she heard Oliver enter her Room again.
"Well, there's no wheelchair waiting for us out there, I'll quickly call the Reception to have them send one up. Maybe they forgot. Just give me 2 minutes."
Felicity sat down on her bed and waited for Oliver to finish the call.

"Oh that's unfortunate. Apparently they don't have a wheelchair available right now even though I asked them to send one up. It's almost 8pm and we really need to head downstairs to the Restaurant so we'll have to find another way to get you down there. I hope you don't mind?" Oliver said, walked over to her and lifted her off the bed into his arms. Felicity let out a surprised 'eeep' and slung her left arm around Olivers neck and tried to relax into his hold.

"Wow, you're really strong. And you smell surprisingly good, too." She said, leaning her head onto Olivers shoulder.

"Why thank you Madame. Will you need anything else or can we start to head downstairs?"

"I'm ready whenever you're ready. Oh wait! My purse! It should be somewhere on the TV table, could you just check if it has my phone and room key in it?"

"Got it. Now let's get out of here." Oliver smiled and started to make his way to the Hotel Restaurant.

The spot that the Hotel staff prepared for them was absolutely stunning. It was a warm Friday evening and they were seated in a secluded area, separated from other guests with an amazing view of the ocean. Oliver sat Felicity down and took the seat opposite of her. The waiter arrived and handed Oliver the wine menu before lighting the candle on their table.

Oliver looked up from the wine menu. "I hope you like Wine?"

"Oh I LOVE Wine! There are just a few things more satisfying than a glass of Red after a long day of work!"
Oliver grinned at her and showed the waiter which Wine he chose for the evening. The waiter took the WIne mnu from Oliver and left to retrieve the ordered bottle.

"Oliver…" Felicity looked up. "uhm, Oliver?"

"Hm? What's wrong?"

"As much as I would love to order something to eat right now… I can't read the menu." Felicity blushed and mumbled into her napkin.

Oliver tried to hide a small smile. "I know, that's why I already ordered something before we arrived here. I didn't know if there's anything that you particularly like or dislike, so I ordered a little bit of everything they have, just to be sure."

Felicity made a surprised face and Oliver took the crumpled napkin out of her hands. "Oh and we won't even have to bother using a fork or knife, everything will be Finger Food tonight."

"But isn't that a bit too casual for this Restaurant?"

"I just want to make sure that you're as comfortable as possible with these casts on your hand and leg. I'm sure they're causing you enough pain already, so we don't need to have any awkward situations involving forks or knifes tonight." He joked.

"Thank you. But it's okay really. They don't even hurt any more, they're just super uncomfortable."

"I know I asked you before already and you weren't really comfortable answering, but I really need to know… what happened?"
Felicity put her hands in her lap and lowered her head. It took her a few moments to gather the right words before she started to speak silently.

"Cooper… he is my Ex-boyfriend. Well, ex-fiancée, actually. We broke up a few weeks ago after I walked in on him, banging his secretary."

"Felicity I'm sorry, you really don't have to tell me if you're uncomfortable"

"No it's okay, it's just that I don't talk about it that often. I guess I'm just not used to it." she said and tried to find the right words to go on with her story when the waiter arrived with the Wine.
Oliver poured them both a glass and put the bottle aside when Felicity spoke again.

"I'll spare you the details but I quit my job at his father's company, moved out of our Apartment and started all over. But not before doing a 'Cheating sale' where I sold off all his stuff for 1$ each and donated the money to Charity. Then I called Cooper's father, telling him his son screwed his secretary on his father's desk. Apparently that made his father kick him out of the position as the Company's CEO."

Oliver's eyes widened with every more detail that Felicity revealed. Before he could tell her some assuring words, Felicity started to speak again.

"I didn't see or hear from him in more than 3 weeks and it really helped me cope with everything. My best friend Caitlin let me crash on her couch during that time and one evening when I left her apartment to walk over to the gym, I noticed a car following me. Before I could cross the street, the car sped up, hit me and suddenly everything went black." Felicity started fumbling with the napkin in her lap while she spoke and Oliver could see her trembling to find the right words. She took a large gulp of wine and exhaled loudly. "Wow, I didn't imagine it to being so hard."

Oliver took her hand in his and slightly stroked her with his thumb.
"It's okay, only tell what you're comfortable with."

"See, that's the thing. I can't remember much more. Next thing I remember is waking up in hospital with my Mom by my side holding my hand, everything still black around me, my left leg and arm in a cast. My head was spinning like crazy and I heard so many unfamiliar voices that I got a decent panic attack right after I woke up."

Oliver kept stroking Felicity's hand, squeezing it reassuringly from time to time, when another waiter arrived with two plates that contained several variations of fruits, vegetables and seafood. Felicity's stomach grumbled loudly at the delicious smell of the food and Oliver couldn't contain a laugh when Felicity started blushing. "I'm so sorry. I haven't eaten anything today besides breakfast and it smells just SO good."

"Don't worry, I'm super hungry, too, Felicity. Why don't we just dive in? You look like you could use a break from talking anyway." Oliver squeezed her hand gently. "So, what do you want to try out first?"

Together they tasted through all the variations of food that were presented on the plates. Oliver helped Felicity with a delicious piece of spanish Hornazo ("Oliver… are you feeding me right now?"), Felicity returned the favor and forced Oliver to taste everything she could get ahold of on the plate before throwing her hand into his direction, waving delicious fruits or Gambas in his face.

They had an amazing time once they started to eat. The conversation shifted to much lighter topics, both laughing at the other and Oliver clearly enjoyed Felicity's company. They talked about her time growing up in Vegas and Felicity learned a bit about Oliver's friends Tommy and Laurel. Once they downed the 3rd bottle of Wine, Felicity started feeling a little tipsy.

"Guess I shouldn't have paired my pain meds with red wine." she grinned.

Oliver couldn't keep his eyes off her. Even though the gash covered a large part of her cheek and she still had her sunglasses on, Oliver was fascinated by her face and the way she gestured while talking.

When a comfortable silence fell over them, Felicity tilted her head to the side slightly and looked out to the beach. The waves were crashing from the ocean and Felicity sighed melancholy.

Oliver grabs her hand "Hey, is everything okay? You're so quiet suddenly."

"Yeah... I was just thinking."

"What about?"

She turned his attention to Oliver again. "You know, it's the first time I'm traveling out of North America, the first time traveling in more than 10 years at all, actually... And yet I don't even have the chance to stick my toe into the ocean because of... yeah, you know, this huge thing on my foot. I mean it would be funny if it wouldn't be so ridiculous..."

she half sighed, half laughed ironically. Before Oliver could think any further, he put his napkin down, got up and around the table to where Felicity sat, tapped her on the arm. asked her "May I?" and swiped her out of her seat and securely into his arms.

Felicity let out a gasp before she grabbed his Henley to steady herself. "Oliver, what are you doing? We haven't even finished eating - or won't there be Dessert? That would be a shame, I love Dessert... And where are we going? Don't we at least have to wait for the bill or something?"

"Felicity, calm down. Wait a minute and you'll know where we're going."

Felicity relaxed into his shoulders but kept a very confused look on her face and Oliver started walking out of the Restaurant down a little path that led them right to the private Hotel beach. When she heard the sound of the waves become louder and the noise of the Restaurant become much quieter, Felicity got suspicious.
"Wait, are we going to the beach? Oliver, I'm not allowed to go into the water, my casts!"

Oliver slipped out of his shoes and took off her Flip Flop, lowered her onto a sun bed and sat next to her. Felicity just stared out to the ocean where the sound of waves crashing came from. Oliver never took his eyes off her, watched her taking deep breaths and inhale the smell of sand and saltwater, her chest rising and falling under the navy blue dress. After a few minutes of silence between them, Felicity could feel the sun bed shift and Oliver move up beside her.

"Where are you going? Please don't leave me here, I have no idea how to get back to the – eeep"
suddenly Oliver lifter her off the bed and into his arms once again and Felicity couldn't contain a small laugh. "You're really liking that, don't you? Where are we going now?"

When Oliver silently walked them through the sand but didn't answer her question.
"Hey Mister, I can't see where you're taking me, so you could at least talk to me." Felicity protested, when she smacked his chest with her right hand. "Ow! God, you're so hard…"

Oliver couldn't contain a giggle at her innuendo and before she could start one of her ramblings again, he cut her off and stopped walking. "Felicity, I want you to put your left arm securely around my neck and then put your right foot down. Trust me, I won't let you fall."

Felicity thought about his words for a few seconds before she strengthened her grip on his neck and slowly started lowering her right foot down. When her toes touched the water she jerked back in surprise before lowering them again.
"Oliver, are we standing in the ocean right now?" she asked, slowly turning her face towards him. She could feel Olivers breath on her face and knew he was staring at her before she quickly looked back to the ocean, blushing slightly.

"Yes we are and I would like you to put your toes down into the ocean please. What would a vacation to Marbella be if you haven't been in the ocean at least once?" he said and Felicity slowly lowered her foot into the water until she felt the sandy ground under her toes.

"Frack, that's cold," she yelped and jerked her foot back up. "I take it back, I don't want to stick my foot into the ocean any more. Who would have guessed that it's this freezing cold? Can we get out again please?" she practically whined and Oliver was amazed what cute faces Felicity could make.

When he set them both back on the sun bed, Oliver took Felicity's legs and swung them both over his bent knees. "I don't want any sand get caught in the cast" he said, when Felicity gave him a confused look. They both listened to the waves in silence. It was Felicity who spoke up first after a while.

"I really need to thank you for today, Oliver. Even with being so hesitant at first. I'm still having a very hard time figuring out how to deal with this blindness and these casts aren't really helpful either. This has been an amazing day so far, the best one of this entire vacation. Actually it has been the best day for me since a long time ago, after everything happened with Cooper. I haven't laughed that much in a long while, so thank you for that."

Felicity slightly leaned into Oliver's shoulder and relaxed her head onto it when the frame of her glasses got pulled up slipped down her nose. The glasses ended up falling into Olivers lap and Felicity immediately tried to grab them and put them back on when Oliver got ahold of them.

"You really don't need these right now. The sun is down and I think your eyes are beautiful, there's no reason to hide them." he said when he tipped her chin up so she had to face him. Their noses were just inches apart and Felicity had to take a deep breath and focus her thoughts to not pass out at that moment.

"Did the doctors ever tell you how it happened? I mean, why you lost your eyesight? When they say it's just temporary I'm sure they must know what caused it."
"From what I've been told the car that cut me off and ran me over hit me fully on my left side, hence the broken bones on that side mostly. When I hit the ground I apparently landed face first, with full force on my cheekbone. The doctors were surprised it wasn't broken, just severely cut and bruised, but apparently I hit the pavement with enough force that my optic nerve got partially crushed. They told me it could be anything between 6 days and 6 months until I'll be able to fully see again but they were very optimistic, so that's what I am, too. Then someone told me about this Doctor here in Marbella, renown for fixing eye-problems like mine. So that's how I ended up here." Felicity shrugged.

Oliver gently stroked her cheek with his thumb with his right hand and rested his left hand in her lap, just above her knees.
"And I'm very glad you ended up here and I got the chance to meet you, Felicity." he said and slowly lowered his lips over hers. It was a chaste kiss, tentative, hesitant at first. Oliver didn't want to overwhelm her and waited for Felicity to return it. She seemed surprised, but not averse. Felicity slowly returned the kiss and started nibbling at his lower lip while stroking through the hair at his neck. Oliver groaned and deepened the kiss, his tongue slowly drawing circles over her upper lip, gently sucking on it, when Felicity suddenly pulled back and Oliver looked at her in surprise.

"I'm sorry, it's just… it's all a little too overwhelming for me right now. I mean, I don't even know you for a day and yet I'm sitting at the beach with you, in your lap, while doing this tongue-thing … and damn, you're really good at that! – but… I think I should take it slow, after everything that happened in the last few weeks. And please don't get me wrong, I would love to keep on doing this amazing tongue-thing with you - " Oliver let out a chuckle at that and Felicity couldn't contain the blush that covered nearly her entire face now "but could we just spend another day or two together? Just to get to know each other a bit better? I mean… if you still want to see me again."

Oliver pulled her in a tight hug and gently kissed her cheek. "I would love to spend another day with you! I wanted to ask you for over an hour now, but wasn't sure if you would say yes, actually…"
Felicity smiled, looking down into her lap shyly.

"Felicity, would you like to spend the day with me tomorrow?"

"Very much!"